Francesca by Ezra Pound

You came in out of the night
And there were flowers in your hand,
Now you will come out of a confusion of people,

Out of a turmoil of speech about you.

I who have seen you amid the primal things
Was angry when they spoke your name
IN ordinary places.
I would that the cool waves might flow over my mind,
And that the world should dry as a dead leaf,
Or as a dandelion see-pod and be swept away,
So that I might find you again,
Alone.  

Dos de azúcar

Llegó, y tras azotar la puerta observo la cafetera y la taza sobre la mesa. 

- Éste si que es un buen café.- Se sirve otra taza. Si que es un buen café.

Y cae de bruces.